On November 11, 1665, as usual, the Mediterranean was calm.

Rumanet is a small coastal town on the southern coast of the Mediterranean. Its decline is not only because of the Ottoman rule, but also because of the decline of traditional Eastern trade routes.

After the opening of the new route, the decline of traditional trade routes has caused merchant ships from Venice, Geneia and other countries to rarely sail to Egyptian ports such as Rumanet, and the city inevitably fell into recession. In the past 100,000, the city, which once had a population of 30,000 to 40,000, was only about 10,000 people left.

Moreover, it is declining day by day.

As the local Sangakebey, the so-called "local commander", Jhard knew very well that there had been no merchant ships entering the port for five days.

Because of this, when Jahard received a report from the port that an unknown fleet appeared, he immediately guessed that someone would attack Rumanet. However, he could not understand why anyone wanted to attack Rumanet.

As a former commercial port, Rumanet has a European-style fort at the port, with several cannons on the fort protecting the city from sea attacks. But in fact... these are psychological comforts. After all, those cannons are old goods from decades ago, and even the gunners are negligent in training.

"Can it be reinforcements sent by Istanbul?"

The first thing that Jayhard thought of was the battle that took place in Suez. The failure of the Egyptian provincial governor would inevitably lead the Great Vizi of Istanbul to make corresponding decisions, such as sending reinforcements here.

"Maybe!"

But soon, his judgment turned into a bubble as they saw the huge "Red Cross" on the sail.

"It's a pagan!"

The rapid bell echoed in the port. The pagans sent such a large fleet, definitely not to come to do business.

"Who are they?"

Staring at the red cross, Jahard puzzled.

"Is it the Spanish or the Portuguese."

cross.

It must be a Christian!

But why did those Christians attack here?

Jahard had too many doubts in his heart. He could not guess why Christians came here, nor could he understand why such a huge fleet, a fleet of as many as a hundred warships, came to Rumanet.

But soon, as the fleet approached, after seeing the flag on the warship clearly, Jahard was stunned.

"It's actually Chinese!"

Because more than a month ago, the Chinese delegation boarded a ship from here to Istanbul, he was not unfamiliar with the Chinese sun and moon flag.

"Why did the Chinese get here?"

When Jahard was confused, Zheng Sen stared at Rumanai City and said,

"Yalix, go and tell the local Sangakebey, tell them that we will give him five hours to make a choice, whether to surrender, or let us razed the city, and tell him that when the army breaks the city, no one will stay!"

Sangakebey, also known as the so-called "local commander", Zheng Sen issued such an ultimatum because he knew that many of the local commanders in Egypt had inherited their positions. Their ancestors were Mamuluk, and they could not even pee in the same pot as the Ottomans.

In this case, threats may be the best choice. After all, these so-called "Sanjiakebey" are simply local warlords!

Working for the Turks?

Do they love Türkiye that much?

"The noble Sangakebey, the Chinese Minister of Plenipotentiary to Europe, requires you to surrender immediately, otherwise, the Minister's Pavilion will order the fleet to launch an attack..."

Before Alixma finished speaking, Jahard burst into laughter.

"Surrender? The Chinese asked me to surrender!"

After laughing, he said loudly again.

"This is the land left to me by my ancestors. They want to take away all this unless they step on my body and tell everyone that we must keep here and keep the land of the prophets, and we will never tolerate pagans to trample on this land!"

As Mamuluk, Jahard has the dignity of being Mamuluk. Moreover, even if he surrenders, he will not surrender because of pagans casually threats. If that were the case, how could he maintain his rule here?

If you are not a pagan, you might consider it!

With the yelling of "I will never tolerate pagans trampling on this land", the Egyptian soldiers on the fort immediately shouted excitedly. It was just a group of pagans from afar, what's so scary!

Even if they have many troops, what's the big deal? Every believer is a warrior of the prophet! The orders of Jhardbey soon spread throughout the city. When he learned that it was a pagan attack, the believers in the city responded to Bey's call. They all took up their weapons, shouted "The Prophet is Greatest", and rushed towards the city wall.

At this moment, the sound of cannons suddenly came from the direction of the port.

The first shot was not fired from the sea, but was fired from the fortress on the land. Obviously, the Egyptian gunners on the fort were also angered by the arrogance of these pagans.

When the shells on the fort landed far around the fleet, most of the sailors on the ship were shocked. Not only did these people not surrender, they actually dared to fight back?

For the abusive Ming naval officers and soldiers, they could not accept this kind of contempt at all - their fleet had hundreds of ships and two thousand guns, and the Turks dared to resist?

What a joke!

This is a bare-fruit contempt!

Contempt for the Heavenly Kingdom!

"I don't know how toast and I'm punished for wine! Admiral Lee, razed the city to the ground!"

With a command, amid the roar of the gunmen, the thunderous sound of cannons echoed in the air. Compared with the 12-pound or 18-pound long snake cannons used by the Egyptians on the shore, the Ming fleet used all kinds of long-range bombardment guns. This type of cannon has a higher initial velocity and a low ballistic extension. It fires grenades of more than 50 kilograms, which can bring devastating blows to the city.

In addition, the British and French merchant ships also had many artillery pieces ranging from nine to eighteen pounds. These artillery were not very powerful, but there were many, with nearly a hundred merchant ships lined up in several queues and constantly dumping shells towards Rumanet. In just one hour, they dumped tens of thousands of shells into the city of Rumanet.

"Continue the shelling!"

Putting down the telescope in his hand, Li Qingwu ordered coldly.

As the admiral of the fleet, he didn't even need to use any strategy when attacking Rumanet. It was a crushing force that was first and just like doing artillery training in the past, it was enough to only shell the city.

Besides, what other strategies are needed? With absolute strength, there is no strategy at all. It is enough to destroy the enemy's will to resist with fierce shelling.

As for the Marines landing, when the people in the city are killed, that is, when the Marines land,

This is the crush of strength, this crush, for the people in the city, it is simply a disaster!

The fleet's shells fell violently as hail, never stopped from morning to evening and late at night. Although the Turks also tried to fight back during this period, they even sent arson ships to try to destroy these Chinese warships by setting fire. However, their efforts turned into jokes in the fierce artillery fire and were destroyed far away on the sea.

As for the city of Rumanai, it was completely destroyed in the fierce artillery fire, and the stone walls were completely destroyed.

"Those damn pagans must have sold their souls to the devil, otherwise how could they have such fierce artillery fire?"

In the dense rain of artillery, those who were panicked in shrapnel and smoke were frightened to find that nothing could be resisted by their bodies. Perhaps they could shout "The Prophet is the Greatest", and they could shout that they were willing to give everything for the Prophet. But their proud courage seemed vulnerable in the fierce artillery fire. Even in the afternoon of that day, many people escaped from Rumanet. The dense artillery fire not only destroyed the city, but also destroyed the will of people in the city.
Chapter completed!